Christmas scotch in a glass from Santa. I must have been a good girl.

Christmas shopping was so wonderfully simple this year.

In my family there is only need for presents for the people who believe in Santa. In this house, that amounts to a seven year old and a four year old and a couple of cats. Shopping was done before I knew it and then it was time to relax.

Ack! I suddenly realized that if mama didn’t get something from Santa as well the kids might think I was on the naughty list and we can’t have that no matter how true it might be. A quick peek into a local vintage shop, and $3.50 later I was the proud future recipient of an awesome little tumbler from the fifties. Santa knows just the kind of things I like. Tonight I am christening it with a splash of single malt.